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My father took it upon himself to turn me into a monster. In his image. I’m just a hell of a lot better at hiding it than he is. But these soldiers. They know. They’ve seen me at work. When my old man needs to pry information out of people, it’s me he puts into a room with them.
The quiet ones are always the most lethal.
It’s what he says every time I’m sent into a room to extract information, through whatever means necessary.
At first, I tried to say no. Told him to do it himself. That didn’t go over so well. Nobody says no to a De Bellis. And let’s just say, when it becomes a case of it’s you or them, fight-or-flight instincts always have you throwing your morals out the window and choosing self-preservation instead.
“Sorry, Vin, sure. I’ll get everyone over there,” the soldier says when I don’t respond to his question. Then I turn back around and walk inside the house, finding a spot in the shadows to continue to watch my father and wait.
ChapterSix
Ialways knew I’d be the one to end my father’s life. It was a matter of when, notif. I don’t know how I managed to make a one-hour drive take thirty minutes, but I’m glad I did. I park the car and ensure my gun is fully loaded before jumping out.
He doesn’t deserve a quick death. I know that, but that’s what he’s gonna get purely because I can’t be assed to put it off any longer. The horror on my brother’s face haunts me as I make my way up the stairs.
As soon as I open the front door, I find my father in the foyer. He takes one look at me and starts backing up. “Gio, what are you doing here?”
I glance at the pistol in his hand. “Why’d you do it?” I ask him.
“Do what?”
“Don’t play dumb, Pop. I know you did it. What I don’t know is why?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s time for us to head over to the church,” he says.
“Church?It’s funny. I always thought a man like you would burn the second he stepped foot in a church.”
“A man like me? You mean a man likeyou?You are a younger version of me, Giovanni. I made you,” he spits out.
“And now I’m ending you,” I say, then raise my gun and pull the trigger. The bullet lands right between his eyes before he can even think about aiming his own weapon my way.
I stand, rooted to the spot, watching as his body slumps to the floor.
Vin steps out from behind a pillar. He looks at our father and then at me. “About fucking time,” he grunts.
I still don’t move. I’ve dreamt of this moment for as long as I can remember—no, I actually remember vividly. Because I’ve dreamt of it since I was eight. And now that I’m in it, it’s very anti-climactic. I thought I’d feel something. Anything, relief, remorse. But I feel nothing. Nothing but grief and worry for my brother.
How the fuck am I going to get him through this? Santo has lived for that girl for so long. How is he supposed to live without her?
Whatever it takes, I’ll do it though. There isn’t any other option. I refuse to let this bastard take my brother from me too.
“Gio, you okay?” Vin asks me.
I smile at him. “Never been better,” I say. “Let’s torch this fucking place. I think it’s time for a change of scenery.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” he says, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
